Ombre

There's this new trend called Ombre.  Ombre your hair, ombre your clothes, ombre your furniture, ombre your nails, etc.  I tried the nails part...at least to see what all the hub-bub is about.

Just do a google search and you'll see.  Beware the hair trend though...looks like your roots have gone wild and you need a new dye job.

I digress.

Result:

Not bad.

Not great either.

I can see what all the fuss is about.  From a distance, my nails look super cute.  Up close...kind of looks like I smeared unicorn poop on my fingers.

I did discover that if you smear diaper rash cream (the petroleum jelly kind) around your fingers, then the polish cleans up super easy with just a q-tip.  Don't judge...it was all I had in the house from a previous experiment with elbow softening...and what else am I going to use it for?

Also, I discovered that nail polish eats through styrofoam...kind of turns it gooey and gross.

Anyways, as per usual, they only lasted a few days.  Wah-wahhh.

I'll try ombre again.  Maybe if I did it on my sister's nails and got some practice in it wouldn't look so crap-tastic up close.  Also, the sublte ombre colors seem like they'd be a waste of time.  You need to go drastic or go home.  Ha.

Oh, I'm tired... Adolf (that's the name I gave the mockingbird...hey, might as well since he's a part of my life now) is relentless.  I've decided he doesn't care about the ladies and his sole purpose in his life is to torment.